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This is much like the very first chapter, and I really focused on that... which I'm sorry for... but it needed to be done, and I'm a sick bastard, so I actually really enjoyed it. Yeah, ya know that comfort I've been working to build up over the last few chapters? Get ready to kiss that good bye. XD Muahaha!... I'm sorry. :(

I FORGOT when I posted last night to thank DemonUntilDeath for helping me so much with this chapter, and future chapter. It really gave me some great insight! Thanks hun!

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Wally frowned when he realized he couldn't hold his breath as long as he used to be able to under water. He was a runner anyway, not a swimmer, so it didn't really matter. He found the muffled sound comforting. He just wanted to sink to the bottom to escape and think. He beat his arms above him to keep submerged. The ginger watched tiny, sparkling bubbles escape his mouth and nose and billow up to the surface. The irregular view above him almost disappeared when his thoughts turned to those closest to him.

He felt so stupid for what he'd done. It was obvious to him how much of a father figure Bruce must have been to Robin. He knew that Bruce had seen him and Dick sucking each other off. He'd taken it a step further and had a not so bad shower session with the Dark Knight himself. To top it all off, he went back and fucked not only Nightwing, but Slade as well.Wally may have been a little rough around the edges, but the relationships he had among the league before the rape showed a kind of finesse. When he was suddenly free to seek deeper connections with league members, he threw that finesse out the window. It was as if he had no regard for their feelings. He didn't expect them to take that lightly, they deserved better than that.

Rob would tell me if I fucked up in his book, but would Bats do the same? He wondered..

He thought Dick was more comfortable with it than Batman. Hell, Wally had his little problem to worry about, but he felt a little ashamed to realize he was using the nanos as an excuse to fool around.

He surfaced to take a large breath, and then submerged again, swimming quickly around the pool and sending large waves up over the edges. Flash stopped after his one breath had run out, it lasted him five and a half laps. The ginger's lungs ached by the time he threw his elbows up over the edge and hung there in the cool water, resting his eyes, breathing deeply.

He wondered how he could make it up to Bruce. He didn't even know if that's what the man was upset about? Wally had found this very casual, very hot medium between himself and a few of the other league members. After years of being unable to have a partner, it was a nice freedom that he could take amongst the league. He was angry at himself for having screwed that up so quickly.

"Fuck..." he said to himself, sighing and rubbing the back of his head with one hand before pushing off to submerge beneath the water again, holding his breath while he listened to the ambient, aquatic sound.

Wally closed his eyes momentarily, reopening them to a darker room. He surfaced to find that the only lights lit were the ones in the pool.

He rubbed the water from his eyes and looked around, bobbing over to the edge and looking into the dark corners for any sign of someone else. "Alfred?" he called out. Perhaps the man thought that he wasn't there at all and turned the lights off.

The red head pulled himself out and shook his wet hair, grabbing a towel from a bench and drying off his shoulders and waist. "'Lo?" he called cautiously. He was supposed to be Wally West, but was prepared to be the Flash if anyone uninvited had decided to drop in on a wealthy Bruce Wayne.

Wally wandered away from the glow of the pool, and closer to the light switch on the wall. It wasn't until he saw a shadow right in front of him move that he jumped back, slipping on his own puddles and landing on his rear.

"Ow! Who's there?" he growled, scrambling to get up, at a normal pace. When the figure came closer, he noticed it as Batman and was relieved, but still apprehensive. "Ah, Bats, you scared me!" He laughed nervously.

The man was quiet as he came closer, his dark blue eyes never once leaving Wally's wet body.

"Uh, hey... I really need to talk to you. I don't really get us yet, and I know that our ideas of what's going on might be different, so if I really hurt your feelings... I want to apologize... I never wanted to do anything to hurt you, ya know?" he almost rambled on but Wally bit his lip to stop himself. His head bowed in shame, and he pulled the towel around himself. It was a kind gesture on his part, but he felt that being half naked ruined some of it's validity.

It had a different effect on Batman. The man reached his hand up and stroked Wally's cheek, blue eyes watching the boy intensely. His lips parted as he swallowed, the hard adams apple in his neck bouncing. Thatvcaught Wally's attention, he couldn't tell if Bruce looked nervous, or if it was something else.

Wally leaned into the hand though, relieved that Bruce seemed to be over his bout of anger from earlier. But he still intended to make up for what he'd done, assuming Bruce knew. The hand on his cheek slid down his neck, and then settled over his chest, feeling his strong, fast heartbeat in his rib cage. It was powerful, Bruce seemed to focus in on it. He sighed out of relief, Wally thought. A tight sneer crossed Bruce's lips and he pushed Wally to the ground, looming over him with a cold stare.

"What the hell?" Wally wined, rubbing his hip from the landing. He was put off by the sudden change in behavior.

"You still talk too much, that always annoyed me about you. I doubt you even know what it is you're saying," the man growled and took Wally's arm in his hand. He tugged the boy towards a smaller room but Flash pulled free, getting to his feet.

"Hey, wait! Can you lecture me afterwards? I need a heads up here!" he said angrily.

"I am tired of your teasing," Batman growled, stepping closer to Flash. "I am tired of your pretending," he spat. He walked Wally up against a wall and pinned him there. "I am tired of your control."

"What?" Wally exclaimed, feeling trapped between the wall and Batman, a slight claustrophobic panic rising in his chest. Am I controlling? He frowned at Batman, trying to figure out if he had done anything worse than sleep with Bruce's sidekick and enemy, as if that wasn't bad enough. "Bruce, you gotta be specific." he said, embarrassed. "I really didn't mean to do anything bad to you, so let me know what it was and I won't do it again. I really... Don't want to ruin this..." he said, placing a trembling hand on Bruce's arm.

The Dark knight growled and swung at Wally, not surprised when the ginger dodged. "I know you're smarter than that," he growled, sending another jab at Flash's gut, causing the boy to cough, wincing at the pain in his diaphragm.

"Damnit, knock it off! You can't treat me like this!" he didn't believe that, Wally felt down right rotten for what he'd done, but he needed to be able to make it up to Bruce. He fought the man's hands, trying to keep them from grabbing a hold of him and found Batman's belt, searching for something to defend himself with.

Batman let a loud yell out in the gym as a sharp snap and a bright flash filled the room. Wally jumped and dropped a large taser from his hand, placing them on Bruce's chest to hold him up. "Shit, Bruce! I'm sorry! You okay?" he panicked, looking at the man's pained expression.

Wally didn't plan on the man's hands smacking up against his ears on either side of his head. He yelled out in pain, falling to the ground and crawling around Bruce's feet. Wally rushed to get away from him, but struggled to stand.

"Shit! That's not fair, I can't... Hnn." Wally clamped his hands to the sides of his head, feeling his ears ringing and popping, trying to equalize the pressure. He groaned at the pain and looked back to see Batman drawing closer to him. The Speedster took off for the door, but he came short of his destination and cried out when he collided with a bench press, feeling a sharp pain in his rib cage. Wally toppled over the machine and landed flat on his back.

"That's your weakness." Bruce pointed out, crossing his arms as he came to stand over Wally, who was writhing in pain. "The amount of air and pressure just forced in through your semicircular canals was probably enough to cause a small amount of hearing loss. Those little hairs in your inner ear canal are what enable you to balance." Bruce's voice was soft, as though he was enjoying explaining the process to Wally.

"No shit... What's up with you? We don't do that to each other." It was some sort of code that he had followed. Unless it was necessary, he always thought that they respected each others weaknesses as heroes.

"Is that true?" Batman growled at him, lifting him up off the ground and dragging him toward the smaller massage room.

"Yeah, we don't... Ahh, Bats my head hurts, put me down!" Wally groaned. He didn't expect to be thrown against a wall. He had never expected this from Batman. He didn't fight dirty, at least not with fellow heroes.

Flash's head was spinning, he was nauseous and now his shoulder ached along with his ribs. "Bruce, please. Don't do this..." he groaned, rolling to his side on the ground to try and sit up.

"I am tired of your games," Batman growled, his voice growing louder.

"I really didn't even know we were playing any," Wally joked, unfortunately.

The jest wasn't taken well at all. Batman yelled and pulled at a cabinet, tipping it over and letting the glass doors shatter over a massage table. He looked around the room wildly, holding his hands up over the sides of his head, squeezing as if to pop his cranium. The man's gaze settled momentarily on a tub of water and smooth river stones, and he flipped the dial on it all the way up, as hot as it would go.

"Bruce, never mind! I'm sorry!" Wally said, trying to inch his way to the doorway to sneak out, still unable to balance. Bruce seemed to notice and he picked up a glass bottle of massage oil, throwing it at Wally's feet, startling him.

The younger man pulled his back flat up against the wall and covered his head with his arms, pulling his knees up against his chest too, hiding from more bottles that either hit him or covered the ground around him with glass shards.

"I tried to save you. I tried to keep you. You left me!" Batman growled, walking over crunching glass and lifting Wally up by his neck.

"I didn't mean to leave, I was coming back! Bruce... My neck!" Wally gasped, pulling at Batman's hands around his throat. He didn't think that the man meant to choke him or anything, but that's how it seemed to be playing out. Shit, he's only trying to scare me, right? He thought hopefully.

"I want to protect you," he growled, tightening his hands around Wally's neck. This wasn't protecting him, it was harming him, none of it made sense. A Batman who didn't make sense was actually more terrifying than a Batman who planned out his every move.

He's choking me! Shit, he's really choking me! Wally kept waiting for Bruce to stop, but every second took so long. Instincts took over his guilt and he fought in the man's grasp. Although Bruce was only human, Wally always seemed to forget how strong he was. Oh God, what if he kills me! He threw hands out all over Bruce, gripping at his arms, his face and shoulders, hitting at the man's chest. He was too panicked to form fists, and Wally's elbows earned Bruce some good bruises.

Through the white eye pieces of Bruce's cowl, he could see wide blue eyes, ice, staring down at him, rushing over Wally's face, how red it turned, how his eyes rolled back every now and then. His lips curled every time he heard the ginger's throat croak at him.

While he felt the Flash's hands just tighten around his and hold to him, he could feel their grip loosen until they finally slipped off. Bruce watched, his expression softening as the green eyes rolled back and shut. Wally was far from dead, but it seemed good enough to Batman. He let the boy's throat go, grabbing his shoulders to keep him standing. At first the speedster did nothing, he began to go limp until slowly Bruce heard a slow ragged breath entering his body, and then a loud cough, followed by a sharp gasp.

Bruce almost seemed thankful, as though he were afraid of losing Wally. "... Sick..." The Speedster mumbled, and those green eyes spun around, settling on Bruce before rolling back a bit. Wally felt the burning in his chest and he winced, his brows furrowing while he tried to recover, he felt nauseous. Why did you stop? He wondered, noticing how terrified Bruce looked. "I feel... sick," he breathed.

Wally slowly felt his body beginning to support itself. "Please..." he gasped, he didn't care if he was left in a pile of broken glass, he wanted the other to leave him alone. Weak arms came up to push at Bruce, but they stopped when he felt how the Dark Knight trembled. Is he afraid of losing me, or of not killing me? He thought. Wally couldn't bare to look at the man, he couldn't bring himself to look up at Bruce, to ask why he was trembling. Good. He thought, he wanted to feel Bruce afraid, if that's what it was, but that made him feel guilty. He was so angry at Bruce, beyond angry, but he still felt so awful for hurting the man. "What is this?" Wally asked, if his head would just stop thinking for a moment. If he could just not think and take his time to breathe, that would be enough.

Bruce tensed when Wally noticed his trembling. He growled at the boy and pushed his body in against him. "Always, the teasing." he spat, and his lips curled again when he felt Wally flinch. He slammed his hand against the wall and saw the speedster flinch once more. It felt good to see him so afraid. The look on Wally's face was hurt, it was horror, it was anxiety, it was everything he had felt. He wanted to see the boy crumble into a pile of nothing at his feet.

Bruce let his fists pound into the wall on either side of Wally's head, his pulse quickening each time he saw Wally jump, shutting his green eyes tightly as he cried out each time. Punch, punch, punch. The boy began to slouch, falling to the floor as Bruce continued to punch his fists into the wall, dangerously close to Wally. He tried to slip out from between Bruce and the wall, ignoring the sharp shard of glass cutting deeply into the side of his palm. For FUCK's sake just... Black out or something. Please. He thought, feeling he could but not wanting to cry. He tried to lift a hand up over his head, hiding behind it.

Bruce wanted to see him cower, he wanted to see the boy jump. Wally could feel the man's breath on his cheek, hotter and hotter. Bruce stopped and took Wally's hand in his, looking at the cut, prodding the skin on either side with his thumbs to watch it gape at him. It was bleeding a lot. The Dark Knight lifted Flash's hand, catching the nervous glimpse he got from Wally when he dragged his tongue over the tender wound.

Wally hissed, letting himself slouch again and not fighting when Bruce lifted him up once more, steadying him against the wall. The larger man cleared off the massage bed with an arm. Glass shards landed loudly on the floor, earning him more flinches from the boy. He then lifted Wally up and over the glass covered floor to the table.

"Bruce... Please." Wally fought a little in the man's arms. He felt his body spinning, his balance had not yet returned, and he still ached from being choked, assaulted, launched at a wall. "Stop..." a breath caught in his throat when he felt the man trace his lips up over his neck. "You have to stop..." he reasoned. You wouldn't do this, right? No matter how... Pissed you are... He thought, bringing his arms up between him and Bruce. The man growled and pulled Wally's arms aside, digging his teeth into the deep cut and moaning at Wally's pained groan.

"You think you have me figured out, right?" Bruce almost laughed, frightening Wally even more. When he stood up his boot broke a curved piece of glass and he saw Wally jump again. "I had planned on treating you." he whispered softly, reaching into a tub of hot water and smooth river stones. "But I don't think you deserve that." he growled. Wally didn't know how hot a rock heater could be, but the dial was turned as far as it could go. He hadn't prepared for the stone. He cried out when he felt it pressed into his stomach, digging into it painfully and burning his skin to a bright pink color.

"Ah! God, Bruce, seriously!" he tried to sit up but a hand came down hard on his chest, and he coughed, his lungs still so sore. He tried to yell at the pain. "Stop this, please!" he groaned when Bruce finally removed the stone, dropping it noisily back into the metal heater.

"Why?" he asked, dragging a gloved hand up the inside of Wally's thigh, rubbing at the boy's balls when he finally reached them.

Shit, no! He thought, shutting his legs around Bruce's hand tightly to keep it from moving. "You're confusing me... 'Kay? Can we just talk?" Flash asked, his chest heaving from the panic. He didn't really want that, but if it got Bruce to stop, it was good enough for now.

"About what?" Bruce asked him, still managing to move his hand against Flash's groin a bit.

"Everything. We never really, I mean last night, it wasn't really clear- Ahh!" Bruce was trying everything possible to keep Wally from thinking. His lips fastened over a bare nipple, sucking at it, biting until Wally thought it might bleed. "Stop it!" he gasped, feeling the man's fingers sinking below his sac and closer to his anus.

"Stop teasing," Bruce breathed against Flash's chest, surprised at how quickly he recoiled from his touch.

"Bruce, please. I didn't know so it didn't seem like a big deal. I never meant to hurt you." Wally's hand fought to get Bruce's hand away from his crotch.

"You can't even imagine my pain. Don't pretend to understand it," Bruce growled, twisting Wally's nipple before taking the boy's hand, the same one with the cut and biting at it, making it bleed more, enjoying the cry he got out of him. He noticed at that point that there were tears. Real tears. Was he succeeding? "Are you afraid?" he asked softly.

"... Yes..." Wally choked out, hiding his face behind his other hand. He turned over somewhat, crossing one leg over the other, but that was no use. If he could just keep the other from getting between his legs, inside his head. He wanted so badly to be alone right now.

"Does it hurt?" Bruce asked, he pried Wally's legs open and ground the palm of his gloved hand against the boy's groin, obviously too hard.

"Fuck! Yes, it hurts!" Wally squirmed, fighting the hand once more but that earned him a punch to the ribs.

"Not that, that can't be the only thing hurting. What really hurts?" he growled against Wally's ear.

"Please..." Wally tried to hide these stupid tears, feeling, if possible, even more pitiful than when those three men had raped him.

You do like this, don't you. It's not the drug, this is your kind of thing. He heard the black haired man's voice in his head and he screamed, throwing his arm over his face again.

"Stop it!" Bruce yelled at him, a hard, gloved hand hitting Wally's face so hard that he almost fell off of the table.

"Don't, please!"

"What hurts?" Bruce yelled, holding Wally's face in his hand, digging his fingers and thumb into each cheek.

"You wouldn't... This isn't you..." Wally whispered, feeling the table wobble as he trembled, he could feel Bruce tremble as well, but he figured that it was anger this time. He felt the grip tighten before it finally let go, that same hand beginning to stroke his cheek where he'd been struck. Bruce's fingers stroked through Wally's hair gently, almost gently enough to calm the boy, but in this case it made it worse. He trembled more, biting his lip to keep from making any noise.

Bruce leaned in closer, rubbing bare lips over the others, kissing him gently. The ginger felt the man take a deep inhale, pausing as his tongue ran over Wally's lips, savoring them. Bruce let his hand slide down over Wally's chest and he moaned at the feel of the thrum that beat strongly against it. "How would you know?" he whispered softly. "How would you know what you've done to me?" he said even more softly, sighing as he let that hand slide from Wally's chest down to his hip bone, rubbing it and then delving further to rub the boy's soft cock.

"You..." Wally began. He felt like arguing wasn't working. What are you trying to get me to say! He thought. "I don't... I don't know you..." he tried, shutting his eyes tightly.

Bruce paused and Wally tensed beneath him, preparing for another onslaught of hits and burns. Instead he felt Bruce move down and suck on his neck just beneath his ear. "No, you know me well enough to rip me apart." Bruce growled softly, lifting Wally's leg up to replace it with his own. Wally heard the man's heavy cape hit the floor as he unhooked it, crawling up between the Speedster's legs. "I can't believe we never gave you enough credit." Bruce almost mused, rubbing the inside of Wally's thigh. "You're very clever."

"Bruce..." Wally whimpered, trying to think of what to say. No, I really don't get it. He thought. "How can I fix it?" he asked softly, lifting his head up enough to burry his nose in against Bruce's neck, in a fit of appealing to the Dark Knight. If he could keep the man from growing angry again, it would be worth it.

It didn't work. Bruce seemed irritated at Wally's attempt to seduce him, he already knew the boy's true motives. The man pushed his legs up more with one hand on Wally's knees, the other undoing his kevlar and top and slipping them off, landing with a loud thud on the glass covered ground. "You can't." he hissed, pulling at Wally's swim bottoms until they tore, the fabric rubbing against his skin and leaving large, red, friction burns against his hip bones.

"No, please! Why won't you stop?" Wally fell into the same drawl, begging Bruce to stop. He wouldn't rape anyone. Batman would never rape me! He screamed in his own head, this time sitting up to try and stop the man. Bruce only succeeded in getting Wally to roll over, an ungloved hand finding an unbroken bottle of massage oil and quickly pulling himself out, lubing up his cock and rubbing it between Flash's cheeks. Batman doesn't rape. Bruce would never rape me. He kept thinking. The man was preparing him, he could feel the soft lubed tip pressing against him, testing him. Wally was trembling everywhere, but a small part of him kept saying it He's not doing this. iIt's not rape. he kept trying to reason, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Bruce, please sto- Ah!" he startled when he felt the hard blunt tip already slipping passed the puckered muscle. Batman stopped enough to grab Wally's hips, pulling him closer. Wally yelped, loudly when his foot slipped off and grazed against a piece of glass on the floor. He felt the sharp pain and Bruce pulled it back up onto the table.

"You'll hurt yourself." he said concerned, sounding worried, brushing soft fingers over the cuts gingerly, but he grabbed his other hand violently around Wally's neck, bringing him as to kiss the boy's shoulder. He was breathing heavily as his cock slipped deeper inside Wally. The Flash gasped with each inch gained, flinching every now and then. Bruce kept switching gears on him and it was too much to keep up with. One minute he was gentle with Wally, almost caring, but then he would change just as quickly, mean and abusive, cruel, angry. Wally couldn't understand it.

He let a long groan out when he felt a sharp pain in his gut. Batman was big, and he needed time to adjust, time that he wasn't given. Wally's back muscles spasmed, and Bruce leaned down, kissing the boy's shoulder blade and the back of his neck. He felt Flash's chest fluttering with speed, his breathing ragged and vibrating with the occasional, pained groan.

"No..." Wally growled, feeling Bruce's balls coming to rest against his. He was helpless, he was angry. He couldn't understand anything. This Batman was terrifying, but it was some how worse not being able to see his face. He shuddered when he felt one of the man's hands slide up his chest to his shoulder, lifting him up a bit more. "Ah, it hurts..." he whimpered, feeling the length pressing in against him awkwardly. He felt his back pressed against Bruce's broad chest and Wally cried out when he felt the man thrust in deeper. It hurt as though he were being cut deep inside, a searing, burning pain that he couldn't ignore.

"You're still soft." Bruce commented, kneading the soft length hanging between Wally's thighs.

"The... The drug..." he gasped, trying not to blame anything on Batman. It hurt so much that he couldn't possibly be hard.

"The drug?" Bruce asked. "What drug is that?" he licked the shell of Wally's ear, some how earning a moan from the boy amongst all of the pain.

"Cyproterone..." Wally shuddered absentmindedly.

"For what?" Bruce pressed in further, groaning at the whimper he got.

"My... Sex drive..." Wally said, feeling shame in admitting that. He was suddenly reminded what he suspected Bruce to already know. The man was just trying to get him to realize that, Wally assumed. It was Wally's own fault that he didn't have enough cyproterone with him at the time. I get it... I'm sorry, I should have known better. He thought. The man wasn't playing dumb, he was making a point. "I know I fucked up. I'm so sorry... You can... do what you want." he said, his body slumping a little as defeat took over, feeling his guilt over powering everything else. He felt the man's cock throb harder inside him and he shivered. Wally seemed to gain an odd flutter of lust from submitting. He gave himself up to Bruce and he could feel his groin heating up, growing harder as Bruce began to pull out, looming over him as he drew out almost completely. The feeling was still unpleasant. He felt his cock warming but Wally felt sick still. Submitting may be his thing, but not like this. But what else could he do?

"I see." Bruce said as he thrusted back in. A loud smack filled the room along with a sudden cry of pain. Wally had been growing harder, but the pain subdued that for a moment. He felt the man pulling out and he held his breath, letting out another loud yell with the hard thrust. After a minute of these slow, hard assaults Flash felt his head grow lighter, his chest tickling with the pleasure that was slowly replacing his pain. He moaned the next time Bruce thrusted in against him, and he threw his head back a bit, trying to ignore his nausea.

"You seem so willing now." Bruce groaned. He caught Wally's hair in his hand and pulled it back enough to free up the boy's neck, sinking his teeth in and enjoying the groan, then sucked at it. His thrusts fell into a quick, regular rhythm.

"What if I wanted you dead?" Bruce gasped against Wally's ear. Wally felt a pang of fear swarm with the warm lust in his gut and he tensed against Bruce.

"Do you?" he asked curiously, timidly.

Of course not, that's not why I'm here. Bruce thought, his thrusts slowing a little. "No. I can't fail again." he shuddered, enjoying the feel of Wally's speed swarming around his cock from inside. The strong power surged in through his own cock and he felt his gut tickle at the feel of an approaching orgasm. Bruce groaned loudly as he picked up the pace.

Fail at what? Wally thought. He cried out when he felt the hard thrusts return. He held his head in one hand, the other helping to balance him on the table edge. Bruce's hands were gripping him so tightly that he expected there to be bruises on his hip and shoulder.

Bruce wanted to feel Wally's orgasm, to see his face. He stopped enough to turn the ginger over, awkwardly. "Ow..." Flash gasped. He felt Bruce's hand around him and he had a mix of want and regret. He felt the need for relief but not like this. "Oh, Fuck..." he shivered as he felt the man thrust in deep and then begin to roll his hips around, thrusting hard a few times and stroking Wally quickly. "N-no, shit!" Wally finally threw both arms up over his face and bucked into the hand. "Bruce please..." he wined.

"You don't want to come?" the Dark Knight teased, rubbing the palm of his hand over Wally's head and slit, his pre making it slick, enjoying the boy's quick breaths.

Wally gasped sharply at that, he couldn't answer. He didn't even know what his answer would have been. Bruce felt the hot spray of cum hitting his stomach and he groaned, pushing his hips in hard to feel the surge around his cock. He felt Wally's muscles spasming and twisting powerfully. The boy's voice carried loudly over his own groans and finally his spine relaxed back down onto the table, his chest heaving and his legs moving in a leisurely, post-orgasm frenzy. Flash still had his face covered and Bruce finally noticed the little jumps in his shoulders as he cried.

"it wasn't good?" he asked, lifting Wally's hips up to begin thrusting into them harder for his turn.

"Ah! I didn't, want, to come." Wally growled furiously in between thrusts. It felt good when he did but that wasn't the point. He did tell the man to do what he wanted, but ht figured that Bruce would come himself and leave Wally alone.

Bruce growled at him and leaned further over, lifting Wally's hips up off the table and grinding into him while he felt his balls tighten.

It was too deep. Wally felt such a sharp pain that he was afraid of blood loss. He couldn't imagine this kind of pain without some physical damage. "Bruce, no." he wined, trying to hide his face more as the man drew closer.

"You're still, so, selfish." Bruce growled back, thrusting in deeply several more times before leaning into Wally completely, spilling inside him, leaving deep red scratches in The boy's thighs. The man groaned loudly, satisfied it seemed.

"What is this?" Wally gasped, ignoring the pain.

"Ahh, it's... Pain. That's all it is." Bruce said, his head leaning back as he felt the tremors of his orgasm settling. "It'll never be anything more than that."

"Pain?" Wally shivered, feeling his fingers over one of the scars on Bruce's stomach, there was something wrong with it. He wasn't talking about the pain that Bruce was so focused on.

"I can never make you feel the same pain, but..." Bruce looked down at Wally, a truly guilty look crossing his face. "I need you to understand what it does. We're not heroes, we can't resist pain." he said weakly.

"Hey..." Wally got the feeling that this speech about pain was important, but he had a serious question. "Why is... Your scar different?" he asked nervously.

Bruce looked at where Wally's hand was. He saw the boy's fingers mingling in his own cum, and Bruce let his hand stroke over Wally's.

"Are you... I'm lost..." Wally said, sitting up a bit and trying to pull his hand away. It's not him, right? But I got him with a taser. "You can't be Clayface." he said to himself.

"You're smart... You've already figured it out." Bruce smiled sadly. "It hurts so much more than I thought it would."

"What! What the hell is going on?" Wally tried to crawl away now, having forgotten about the shards of glass on the floor. There's only one reason that his scars would be different, right? He thought angrily.

"I wanted to pretend, but I didn't think... I'm sorry... I had never realized how angry I was." Bruce admitted, trying to calm Wally down.

"About what?"

"About losing you. I never realized how angry I had become when you died." Bruce didn't seem confused at all, he seemed to know exactly what he was talking about. That made Wally doubt everything. What on earth had he missed?

"Wait, I died?" he asked, sitting still for a moment. Bruce was pretending, pretending what? "I died... Were you pretending, that I wasn't dead?" he said to himself. Why would he have died, why would Bruce have to pretend that he hadn't...

Bruce leaned in to kiss Wally, ignoring the look of realization on the ginger's face.

"You... Your Wally died..." he said with wide eyes, pulling away from the gentle kiss. "You're him from... The Justice Lords." Wally recoiled from the man's continued advance. He couldn't tell if he was relieved or more afraid. "Why were you..."

"Calm down." Bruce said, hushing the confused ginger.

"No, stop." Wally growled, struggling against Bruce.

"Wally, I came to save you, please just calm down." this Bruce made no sense. Wally decided that he was more afraid, he'd never met a Bruce more irrational than this. It was terrifying.

"Bullshit! You were beating me up. Get off of me!" he was at least glad that he had no regrets about fighting back.

"I told you, I was angry then. I'm sorry!"

"God! You don't even sound like him anymore!"

"Wally, I never intended any of that. My goal is to keep you alive!"

"Did you do that to him?"

"No!" that seemed to anger the man again, he grabbed Wally's shoulder and slammed him back onto the table. "I tried to save him!"

"Really? You didn't kill him yourself?" Wally growled, trying to vibrate out of Batman's grasp, which would hurt the man, but he didn't care. He saw the remorseful look on Bruce's face change, he growled and raised his fists up in the air.

"I did not kill him!" he yelled, bringing both fists down on top of an empty table. He looked to his right and saw a messy, bloody trail leading out into the gym room again. Bruce jumped up and rushed out over cracking glass shards. "Wally!" he yelled. He found the boy on the ground in the shadows, holding one of his feet and picking out the shards. They were bleeding profusely but he could see that the cut on the side of the boy's hand had already started to heal.

"Don't touch me..." Wally growled, the green eyes were red and angry, glaring up at him. He put up a fight when Bruce came closer, grabbing him and pulling him closer, touching his chest with an ungloved hand.

"I didn't kill him... I only failed him," Bruce said softly, feeling his fingers over Wally's chest as the boy finally stopped fighting.

That seemed to convince him, or at least calm him down. He eyed the man nervously but was saddened when he saw Batman's eyes close, feeling the thrum in Wally's chest.

"This was gone... Everything I remember about him... It all felt like this... And it was gone long before he died." he said, defeated.

"You... I take it you two were..." Wally didn't finish that, he didn't have to.

The man nodded, his eyes still closed.

"Was it worth it?" Wally hadn't meant it to sound bitter, but that's how it came out. But he was surprised to see that the man's reaction looked shocked. As though he had never realized what he was risking. He was pretending at Wally's expense, it looked as though he had just now realized that.

Bruce's lips parted for a moment, and then closed. He sighed after a moment and dropped his gaze in shame. "I couldn't stop it."

"What, what couldn't you stop?" Wally asked, a little worried at this point. How long did he have? Obviously the Justice Lords Batman knew something that he didn't. "You're Batman, what couldn't you stop?"

"I know... I am... I was, and I couldn't do anything. Fuck!" the man growled. Flash panicked and rushed away from him, treading the pool water to get to the other side, hissing when he felt the sting of the chlorine and water in his cuts. He collapsed when he reached a weight machine, looking to make sure that the man was still on the other side. He was. Wally had a pile of Weights beside him and he took a few in his hand, just in case. He was exhausted. He was hurt. He waited, and watched as the man got up slowly, adjusting himself back into his pants.

"Wally!" Flash jumped at his name, since it didn't seem to come from the Justice Lords Batman. He tensed and looked around, seeing a shadow land besides him, and admittedly, he startled. He was glad to see his very own Justice League Batman there, but he looked too much like the other one.

"You took longer than I thought you would." the other one said from across the pool.

"Why are you here?" Batman growled next to Wally. "What are your intentions?"

"I can't tell you that. It's not in the plan yet." the half clothed one said, reaching into his utility belt. The man yelled out in pain when a series of weights pelted towards him from Wally. One hit him in the side of the head and sent him toppling over to his hands and knees. The man groaned, getting up and glaring at Flash.

"Wally, stop it!" Batman said holding his hand out to stop the boy. As he did, the other Batman threw a smoke bomb at their feet. Wally felt betrayed almost, and he covered his mouth, shutting his eyes tightly. He knew well enough that that wasn't their Batman, but it still felt taboo for him to use a smoke bomb on them.

He jumped when he felt the Bruce beside him wrap his cape around him. Wally instinctively fought in the man's arms but he heard strangled, muffled words, ordering him to sit still. He felt a round rubber mask pressed over his nose and mouth and he stopped fighting. It was gas, not smoke. He couldn't see across the pool anymore, and the gas burned so he just kept his eyes shut. Wally could feel Bruce leaning against him, still coughing, and finally the man's weight fell over on him, rolling off and to the ground in front of Wally. He held the mask on before it could fall off, and he was afraid that the other Batman would come after him now.

He waited. Wally listened and tried to calm down, otherwise all he could hear was his own breathing. He held tightly to Bruce's cape and his shoulder, waiting until the gas cleared. Wally crouched down even lower to Bruce, hoping that the wouldn't even see him, maybe if he draped Batman's cape over himself, all the other one would see was Bruce, he would think that Wally had gone.

"Master Wallace!" Wally heard from across the room. He startled when a loud fan powered up and a sudden gust blew by him and Bruce. Wally opened his eyes just as Alfred was rushing over to them both. "Oh my! Master Wallace, you're..." the man frowned, noticing what must have happened. Alfred shook his head sadly and undid his jacket, draping it around Wally's shoulders before he rushed off to a cabinet.

Wally hugged the jacket around himself, noticing his state for the first time. He was covered in his own blood, and his and the others cum, he could feel it between his butt cheeks. The swimming pool was suddenly so inviting at that point. He simply wanted to jump in to wash it all off, although he wished that the pool could have been scalding hot and soapy, acidic if possible.

"Master Wallace-"

"Wally's fine, Alfred... I would prefer just that..." Wally said, growing tired of the formality and scooting away from Bruce. He saw the man's unconscious body, heavy, and limp as Alfred rolled him over. "Is he okay?" he asked instinctively, showing concern, but feeling uneasy simply being near him.

"He'll be fine," Alfred smiled reassuringly. It was at that moment that Wally noticed a large gash in his head.

"Alfred!" Wally gasped, sitting up and looking at Alfred's forehead.

"Oh, I'm fine, Master... Wally." he smiled, waving the red haired man away. "It was already treated when I came to, as odd as that may sound." he smiled, uncorking the small bottle. Both men winced when the strong smell of ammonia hit their noses.

Wally shied away when Bruce gasped, smelling the strong aroma under his nose. He sat up quickly and coughed, waving his hand in his face. "So, it was Bats, right? Who fixed up your head?" Wally asked Alfred.

"No..." Bruce said weakly, looking at Alfred's head for the first time, concerned. "It must have been him." he sounded confused himself. He examined the wound enough to tell that it had been washed, and the bleeding had stopped.

"Bats..." Wally started softly, feeling uneasy about even being near the man. "He's from the Justice Lords..." he said, looking down at his feet. The wounds he'd gotten from the glass had already started to heal, he was thankful for that, but he still ached everywhere. Wally rubbed his stomach, feeling the pain still there, be it soreness or nausea, he could no longer tell.

Batman didn't answer, but the discovery didn't seem to surprise him. Instead he seemed focused on Wally's body, the bruises and cuts, the dried tears on his face and a very purple cheek. He didn't know if he was angry or disgusted that an alternate version of himself would do something like this. It may have been an awful combination of the two.

"Shouldn't you go after him?" Wally said, not looking at the man, not showing any kind of relief that Bruce had regained consciousness.

"Even if I did, he doesn't want to be caught." Bruce reasoned softly, not showing any sign of hurt in his voice.

"That's it?" Wally tried to argue, an hour ago he would have argued with Bruce, but not now, not after that. Plus, he was right. The other Batman, the rotten one, was willing to do so much more, he even attacked Alfred.

"Alfred, can you leave us?" Bruce asked softly, pulling his cowl off and rubbing his face with a trembling hand.

"Of course, Master Bruce... Wally." the man bowed shallowly and then rushed off, passing the massage parlor by. He would have to clean it up later.

The two sat silently, Wally avoided Bruce's gaze and the other looked over Wally's damage. He frowned and sighed to himself, standing up and grabbing a large pool towel. Bruce's frown deepened when he saw Wally shy away a little when he came closer. The towel was held at arms length for Wally. Batman didn't draw any closer than that, but he could see the stitches in the seams of Alfred's jacket as the boy held it tightly to hide himself.

"Wally." Bruce said, he didn't have anything more to say, but he wanted to initiate some kind of dialogue. He sat down on a bench press a ways away, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking gravely at him, waiting for him to respond.

"I'm sorry..." Wally said sadly, bowing his head in shame.

Bruce's expression changed to a shocked, remorseful look. "For God's sake, what for?" he said incredulously, but he left it at that. What ever Wally felt the need to say, he would let the boy say it when he was ready. He wanted to listen to him. He wasn't very good at that, and he knew that Wally just needed to be heard. It felt like the right thing to do.

"I thought that was you... I was... I was really afraid... I was beginning to hate you... Like, a lot... I'm so sorry." he didn't even think about the possibility of Bruce having heard him, Robin, and Slade. That would be too much right now, he just wanted some clothes, something to hide behind.

"It kind of was me... I understand. I would rather you hate me than settle for that kind of treatment." Bruce frowned.

"Well, now I don't want to hate you, because I know that that wasn't you. I was relieved. I just feel..." he couldn't finish that thought. Wally hugged his knees closer to himself and sighed. "He really screwed things up..." he said to himself. But so did I...

Bruce wanted to comfort the boy, although that would be difficult after what had just happened, it would have been difficult because he wasn't the comforting type, regardless. He didn't want to frighten Wally anymore than his counterpart had already done, but he felt so enraged. He'd let Wally down again. He had let someone else rape him and Bruce felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment in himself for that. All he could do was will his fists to loosen and stop shaking from his own rage. He couldn't let Wally see him like that.

He came towards Wally slowly, "It's not like we haven't been through awkward situations as a league." he tried, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, just barely, but it was still enough to make the ginger tremble. Bruce pulled his hand back and frowned at himself, what did he expect? It gave him a moment to look over the damage in greater detail, hidden beneath the towel. His feet had stopped bleeding, scabs had formed, and some had already started to scar over, but he still saw that some form of himself had caused all of this. He had this awful epiphany that that could happen to him. What if he lost his mind and turned on them all? Bruce felt a cold chill run up his spine and he pulled away from Wally, guilt swarming his rational judgment.

"Sir..." they both startled at Alfred's loud voice in the gym and looked up to the ceiling.

"What is it Alfred?" Bruce frowned, he needed this talk more than anything, even if it wasn't working.

"The transport station has stopped responding, it was used within the last three minutes."

"Can you read the last destination?"

"It's the space station." Alfred fell silent after that, waiting for Bruce's decision.

"Fine." Bruce said, pulling his cowl on over his head again. "Wally, we're going to the station." he said in as soft a Batman voice as he could manage. He made sure that Wally understood that they had an obligation though.

"You want me to come?" Wally almost hoped that he could stay behind, by himself.

"I do. Mostly just to keep an eye on you." he said, heading off for the cave. "I think he's going to try and give Wonder Woman and Superman the nanos."

"Really? Why's that?"

"Because he had already given them to Commissioner Gordon and his crew, intravenously."

That was bad news, what was worse was that the other Batman would never be able to get close to them, much less get a needle through their skin.

"How do you give metahumans like that that anything that isn't airborne?" he tested Wally.

"That's gonna be awkward..." Wally commented. "'Kay..." He frowned. He looked at his feet one last time, poking the healing cuts and then rushed off passed Batman who noticed how much slower Wally was now.

Bruce sighed once Wally was gone and he took off running for the transporter, he would try and fix it, but if it was no use they would have to take the jet. Perhaps he could really talk to the boy then. That would be fine, hopefully.

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Author's comments: I am SO sorry it took me so long to get this one out. I was toying around with character personalities, which I had been looking forward to in the beginning, but I think it proved to be almost too difficult for me. I hope it worked out like I had planned. I rewrote this several times, it turns out two is probably where I should stop though. The third and fourth times turned out to be awkward and too familiar. The second time was just right. Again, I am so sorry. I need to get to work on the next one now, so that you guys have something to make up for how awful this one was. XD